The Pale Fracture

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The Pale Fracture

The rain was not falling. It was falling through me. A cold, static hiss that vibrated in the teeth and hummed in the marrow. I stood on the ridge of the Gray Wastes, my coat soaked to the skin, watching the city burn below. It was not a fire. It was a purge. The lights of the Sector died in rhythmic pulses, blue and white, like the blink of a dying eye. My father’s voice echoed in the void of...

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